When I Told Them About Driftwood Beach

When I told them this would be the plus side of being dragged along on a business trip, they didn’t buy it.

When I told them it’s one of my favorite beaches, they were unimpressed.

When I told them their car-weary souls would revive upon inhaling the sweet Georgia sea air, they sighed.

When I told them they could climb as long and as far as their limbs would take them, they moved out of the car with pointed lethargy.

And then I stopped telling them anything, because they were gone, gone, and gone,

and we spent the better part of two hours trying to keep up with them, listening for their calls and their laughter, doing a head count now and again: “One head, two heads,…wait, where’s our firstborn? He’s wearing red. He should be easy to find.”

Then I’d realize I was looking low when I should have been looking high, and there he’d be,

and I’d wonder if someday, years from now, he’d be the one doing the telling.

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ABOUT ME

Hey! I’m Christine. Well over a decade ago, my family traded in our lives in Chicago for life on a small island in the Carolinas, and thus began our journey. When I’m not writing, I listen to my loquacious husband talk and I experiment with both helicopter and free-range parenting my three children. (It’s exactly what it sounds like.) I write about all things coastal, but also about subjects like parenting, education, and worldview. Welcome to An Island Mom! I’m thrilled that you are here!